despondency

I am bored and hungry.

I often find myself wishing I were somewhere else. Not at home but alone and surrounded by familiar unfamiliarity. Being cold helps.

The other day at starbucks the barista attempted some form of small talk with me as he was brewing my cappuccino. He said something about soy milk and I told him about my 'lactose intolerance', but really just a terrible excuse for my vegan diet.

My life is an abandoned half-finished project.